Scarecrow Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1973
- 112 min
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All right. Why did the moron jingle?
Keep me warm.
Okay, let's see.
Ask me if I like you.
- Okay. Do you like me?
- Yes, I like you.
It says that's true.
- What is your name?
- That's true.
- That's true.
- Where you headed?
- Pittsburgh.
Where?
Detroit, then Pittsburgh.
And is that your home, Detroit?
What did you miss most
when you were in prison?
Home cooking.
Coley, I'm gonna cook tonight.
Terrific.
- Hi there.
- Hi.
- Oh, no. This can't happen to me.
- What is it?
- Oh, no.
- What is it?
A little person's got my fingers.
Let go. Come on, get your hands off.
You're crazy. Honestly.
- What is it?
- What are you doing?
- Making pie.
- Pie?
- What kind?
- Chocolate.
Keep it up.
Hey, Lion!
What?
- Where's my beer?
- The beer, it's coming.
Listen, I'll bring the beer out myself
in just a minute, okay?
- No beer?
Yeah? That's good.
Give me a hand here, will you?
All right, go.
That Frenchy has some set of jugs,
doesn't she?
Real eye-poppers.
- Let's put this over here by the fence.
- Okay.
If you'll work...
You gotta work, you know?
Coley, she works, right?
I don't understand how she keeps
everything in such a mess.
When we get the car wash...
everything's gonna be in order, right?
Squared away.
Squared away.
And that's gonna be Maxy's job.
Keeping things in order,
washing those cars...
and walking over to the bank.
What do I do? What's my specialty?
I think your specialty
is going to be waxing.
Waxing? No.
No, and, keeping the customers happy.
That's it. That's my specialty.
Keep them happy, keep them happy.
Look at this rusty piece of sh*t here.
I could have sworn they were out here.
There you are!
Here you are. Just as promised.
- Thank you.
- Here.
Thank you.
- How's your cake coming?
- Okay. It's a pie.
Good heavens.
There ain't no better sound on earth.
Maybe...
- I'll go get you another one.
- No, that's all right.
Wait till after I move this dryer here.
Can you just...
You show me where to put it?
Could you...
Why don't you go right there...
and fix the doors,
- Fix the doors?
- Yeah.
I don't know where to put it, really.
Just anyplace. Coley usually does that.
No. That's not right.
You see...
everything has its own place, right?
I mean, you have your own place.
Hey, Max. Maybe I should move them?
Right.
- Yeah.
That old dryer there,
it has to have its place, too.
Right.
- You're right.
- I'm right.
Let's see. Just leave it there.
- That's its place.
- That's real good.
You and Coley hit it off pretty good,
don't you?
Yeah. She's my very best friend.
Excuse me. I have to get through here.
You gotta work.
There we go.
Damn kid didn't do anything
for the two hours we were out here.
Why do they call you Frenchy?
I don't know why.
I mean, it started
back when I was in high school.
Kids just started calling me Frenchy.
I don't know why.
What's for dinner?
Sh*t.
I couldn't have been more than 11.
No, 10, because Max was 16. That's right.
and he was working in the slaughterhouse.
I was draining blood
out of pigs for seven months.
how old I was and canned me.
Son of a b*tch.
Remember, then we got a job
in that fishery?
And that foreman.
He tried to cheat you out of your...
Tried to cheat her out of her pay.
I heard he grabbed her on the ass, too.
I hit that son of a b*tch with a rock
right in the chops.
Goddamn bastard.
Jesus.
- I really gave it to him, you know?
- You sure did.
- Screw the world, right?
- Right.
Feed them fish heads.
- Right, Coley?
- Right.
- Am I right?
- Absolutely.
God damn it!
Did we fight our way through it or not?
- We sure did.
- We fought our way through.
- Okay.
- Sh*t.
Take it easy, Max.
You have a whole half a life to go.
I'm gonna spend it washing cars.
I got my own place.
Nobody gonna lay down the law on me,
God damn it! Son of a b*tch.
That's my own investment.
Plastic pipe for durability.
- $600.
- Gotcha.
Pure hair hand brushes.
Two hundred smackers, right? Okay.
The finest Mediterranean sponges. $300.
$300 for the sponges.
Pure flannel for polishing and drying.
- I got an idea how to save money.
- How?
Just put all your clothes on
and roll over the cars.
Okay. Up yours, buddy.
Wax buffers, $600. No.
Wax buffers are $300.
$300 for wax buffers.
- Buckets, 100. Big ones.
- Buckets.
Big ones. You gotta have a lot of buckets.
- Gotta have a lot of buckets. And a radio.
- You got it.
You gotta have a radio. And...
Let's see, you gotta have...
You know what's happening, don't you?
Gotta have a... And you and me, buddy...
scrubbing away, rain or shine,
and making that dough.
- You know what I mean?
- Raking it in.
Bringing it in.
Go right back there. That's right.
Bring it in and bring the...
And drinking spiked coffee, man,
and listening to the hit parade.
You got it.
- Do they still have the hit parade?
- I don't know.
Will you find out for me?
Old waxy Maxy, he knows. He's got it
all down. Don't worry about it.
Want some more coffee, Lion?
Don't you think it's time
you invited me to your house?
Gee, I thought you'd never ask me.
Wait a minute.
Okay.
Come on, then, my little darling.
You get your little self right there.
You study them prices...
and you look at that catalog, right?
And you just remember, up theirs.
- That's anybody's.
- Anybody's.
About a week ago, I walk into this shop...
to get a present for my kid.
And the salesgirl says,
"How old's the kid?"
I say, "Five." She says, "Boy or girl?"
"I don't know."
"See," I say,
"it never made any difference before..."
but she says, "Five...
"now it makes a difference."
I guess that's when I grew up...
because that was it.
I knew I had to go back,
see my kid, face Annie.
What about Annie?
I don't know.
That's what I'm gonna find out.
And I'm glad of it, too, because...
I'm headed for something.
- You know?
- Yeah.
And it's gonna be big. I can feel it.
'Cause I'm changing.
I wish Max was headed for something.
He is. Pittsburgh. With me.
Listen, Lion, Max is very practical,
but he's very dumb.
He's been putting money into that
stupid bank in Pittsburgh for years.
I don't see why it has to be Pittsburgh.
Why can't you open a car wash right here?
Sure.
Maybe we could come back.
- Really?
- Sure.
Maybe we can come back from Pittsburgh.
I tell you, that Frenchy
is 160-weight of mean woman!
She did things I didn't think you could do
unless you were a snake. God almighty.
- Yeah. And patient.
I was so drunk, I kept falling off the bed.
She just reached down
and pulled me right back up again.
- That is something.
- Hell of a woman.
Hell of a woman.
- Hey, Max?
- What?
I've been thinking.
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